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The modernist desire for innovation was in the air we breathed when we were young men. It was what art was supposed to do - it was supposed to reinvent the world, make you see it with fresh eyes. It was the encounter with the genuinely strange, the unfamiliar, that we sought. Everything in my life has been directed towards those sorts of encounters, in my personal life as much as in the literature and art and music I was drawn to. You can see it in Mark Fisher's writing, not just in the arguments he's making, or in the descriptions of the ongoing cultural stasis, or in the music, post punk, jungle, that he loves. You can see it in the writing, which always strives, even at the level of the individual sentence, to lead you somewhere unexpected, somewhere that isn't facile or commonplace, somewhere genuinely new. He was the great writer of my generation, I think. And also someone with whom I had a great deal in common - so much in fact that often I can't remember whether the things I'm writing or thinking are things I read in k-punk or whether they predate that point. Some kind of Neuromancer Wintermute fusing of consciousness. He had a way of articulating the things I was only vaguely aphasically thinking, that were hovering around the edges of consciousness, half formed. There's a generosity in these pieces and a total sincerity and integrity, as well as the bravery to make yourself vulnerable, to put your head above the parapet, to risk middlebrow mockery. I love all of that. I think you will too.
Mark Fisher is easily one of the most prolific documenters of the tragedies of late stage capitalism. The best part? anyone can read his works and relate to the stifling malaise he expresses so eloquently. Beautiful, a perfect 10.